Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 746

"Last night on the "Interview" program, you performed very well."

After Wu Ziyun sat down, he talked about last night's program.

"It's just chatting, it's not about performance. If you go, you will behave better than me." Zhang Chong laughed.

Wu Ziyun waved his hand, "Forget it, I'm naturally allergic to the camera, and I feel uncomfortable when I see the camera pointing at me."

"It's the first time I've heard of being allergic to a lens."

"Haha, allergies are just a metaphor. By the way, I just have something to tell you. Next week, there will be an event for children's artists at Central America. I want Pengpeng to participate. What do you think?"

"Children's artist, what kind of activities?" Zhang Zhong asked.

Wu Ziyun looked at Xu Yuhan, "Yuhan should know."

Xu Yuhan nodded and said, "Well, I know, the activities of the Academy of Oil Painting invite some young children to the school for exchange and visits from time to time. Generally, the children invited are recommended by school teachers or well-known alumni."

Zhang nodded emphatically, "Isn't this good? And you are Teacher Pengpeng, it's all up to you to arrange."

"After all, I have to ask the parents for their opinions. This event is not a competition. The children come to listen to lectures and visits, so there is no pressure. In fact, for Pengpeng, visits and lectures are secondary. After all, she and I are in Central America. I also spent a lot of time, and she is familiar with the world. I want her to participate, mainly because I want her to communicate with other outstanding children, which is good for her." Wu Ziyun said.

"You are very thoughtful, and such activities are really good for her."

"Then it's settled. I'll send you the activity time later, and I'll wait for you at school when the time comes. You sit down first, and I'll go see how Pengpeng's painting is doing."

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"Oh, headache, headache."

Yu Dongyu held his forehead, looking in pain.

Zhuang Yu next to him squinted at him, "What's wrong with you?"

"Thinking of Zhang Zhongzhong winning the Goncourt Literature Prize, I feel a headache. This gave him a step ahead without knowing it." Yu Dongyu said.

Liu Yuan joked, "Why, do you still want to win the Goncourt Literature Prize? And Zhang Zhong is one step ahead of you? That's a lot of steps."

Yu Dongyu raised his brows, "What you said, can't I just imagine it, let me tell you, according to the nature of the Goncourt Literature Prize, there is hope for the few of us, Zhang Chong and I, and all of you There is no hope."

"Dong Yu, people, it's better to be down-to-earth. I think you should write more science fiction now. Maybe you can still get involved in the Nebula Award and the Hugo Award. The Goncourt Literature Award, we are all the same .” Wang Yi said.

Indeed, few of them have much hope. Zhang Zhong and Yu Dongyu are around 50 years old, and they are more similar in age. However, Yu Dongyu's works are more popular literature, and not many of them are translated into French.

Before Zhang Zhong, Zhuang Yu was the most promising winner of the Goncourt Literature Prize. His works are very popular in France.

If you find someone on the road in France and ask him which Chinese writer he knows, apart from Zhang Zhong, there is a high probability that they will be able to name Zhuang Yu.

It is a pity that none of Zhuang Yu's works has been shortlisted for the Goncourt Literature Prize.

It was also rumored that the Swedish Academy of Letters was interested in Zhuang Yu's works, and it was even rumored that Zhuang Yu might win the Nobel Prize in Literature, but the Goncourt Prize for Literature has never been associated with Zhuang Yu.

Of course, the rumors about the Nobel Prize are not reliable. After all, it is difficult for outsiders to know about the Swedish Academy of Letters, and the shortlist and so on are tightly covered and will not be announced at all.

"Have you thought about how to spend the bonus after winning the award?" Liu Yuan looked at Zhang Zhong with interest.

"It's not even a stroke of eight characters."

"Haven't you really thought about it?" Wang Yi asked.

Yu Dongyu smiled and said, "What does he think, the bonus is only ten euros, what can he do, it's not enough to treat us to a meal."

"Why can't you eat a meal for ten euros? On average, it costs more than ten yuan per person. I usually only pay more than ten yuan for a meal in a restaurant." Zhuang Yu laughed.

"Don't worry, if you can really get the ten euros, let alone a meal, it's not a problem for you to buy the whole Huguang Yayuan. The ten euros can't really be ten euros." Liu Yuan said.

"That's right, you must know that the ten euros are the ten euros from the Goncourt Literature Prize, and the boss promises to arrange it clearly for you."

Zhang Zhong took a sip of his tea. These guys have been talking about the Goncourt Prize for Literature since they sat down. The key is that several of their great writers don't know about literature, but think about what the bonus can do.

After chatting for a long time, Yu Dongyu changed the subject and said, "I heard from Principal Lin that your Shizhong College is going to hold a multi-school literature exchange meeting?"

Zhang Zhong didn't expect that Wen Han and the others were so efficient that they had already notified Yenching University.

He nodded and said, "Yes, Lin Wenyuan wants to take you there?"

"He offered me a place, but I turned it down."

Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why did you refuse?"

"I want him to bring it? You can't invite me directly. There is also a spot vacant, and the school can bring one more person." Yu Dongyu laughed.

Zhang Zhong curled his lips, "Yan University wants to bring more people, and you need to have an empty seat? But you are right, I should indeed invite you, and you guys, are you interested?"

Liu Yuan asked, "What literature exchange meeting?"

"It's just an ordinary literature exchange meeting. Shizhong College invites teachers and students from ten colleges and universities to visit and exchange. If you are interested, come and play."

"What time?"

"At the end of next month."

Liu Yuan thought for a while and said, "I have time, Lao Zhuang, Lao Wang, how about you?"

"Of course there is time, but it's just a school exchange meeting. Our status is not suitable." Zhuang Yu said.

"What's inappropriate, the few of us just formed a school-free alliance, how wonderful." Yu Dongyu said.

"You belong to Yanda University and want to abandon the organization?"

"What kind of organization is not organized? Literature is not divided into families. Where is it not?"

"Okay, I have nothing to do anyway, so I just went to play."

Several other people agreed, Zhang Zhong looked at Wang Yi again, waiting for his reply.

Wang Yi rolled his eyes upwards, "Let's pay for board and lodging."

This made Zhuang Yu and the others laugh, and Zhang Chong said with a smile, "Bao, you can eat whatever you want and live wherever you want."

Wang Yi nodded in a serious manner, "It's more cost-effective to be brave, okay, I will also participate in this action against local tyrants."

Yu Dongyu gave a thumbs up, "Otherwise, Brother Wang, you are an old hermaphrodite. You are tall, you are really tall, and Zhang Zhong is clearly arranged. Okay, then we will fight the local tyrants together."

(End of this chapter)